Sometimes…
Posted by Hunter in Regret on Jan 12th, 2012 | 4 commentsSometimes I wish I could actually tell my friends what I am dealing with. How my grandma told my family that my brother and I are going to hell for not being religious. How I help with other people’s depression when I can’t deal with my own. How I have no idea about who I am, or what I am.
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I’ll let you do the thinking on “who am I” part, but
I grew up in a religious family, and am openly atheist. I’ve received concern from my dad, but that’s it. Life is a gift though, don’t mistake it. It’s amazing actually. You’ll discover others out in the world that have realized they feel the same way.
You sound like a religious person who has simply fallen away from church a bit. Why not call your pastor and set up a meeting to discuss your concerns and whatnot. But, even before calling your minister, talk to your friends. If they’re real friends, they will understand and be supportive of you – even give you ideas as to how to deal with your problem. Go ahead, take the risk and begin feeling better. Take care now.
Reason number 3543 why I hate religion. Scaring children about hell. Your grandmother is a child abuser, plain and simple.
I had the same thing, religious family and me -nothing.
Critical thinking is great. You are not going to hell.
Be happy